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Nemo Qel-Droma was a Human male Jedi Master of the Jedi Order that was born in 4,026 BBY. He was the cousin of famous Jedi Ulic, Cay, and Duron Qel-Droma. Nemo, who was knighted in 4,006 BBY, was taken by the Jedi to be trained on Ossus by Vandar Tokare. As a Jedi Knight he then participated in the conclave on Deneba, as well as the following war. During the war his cousin Ulic fell to the dark side and killed his brother Cay, but was eventually redeemed by Nomi Sunrider.
In the following years, both Duron and Ulic were killed, the former during the hunt for terentateks and the latter by a spacer seeking glory. Nemo had fallen into despair at the deaths of his family, and so his old master asked him to teach at an enclave on Dantooine to help take his mind off his grief. He taught there for several years before taking an apprentice, the Kel Dor Caer Onè, whom he taught for eleven years, emphasizing concepts such as peace and careful judgement, before he was knighted.
After the slaughter of the Cathar, the council reluctantly agreed to allow the Revanchists, a group of Jedi led by Revan and Malak, to enter into the Mandalorian conflicts. Nemo, along with many of the older Jedi masters, felt that the group's action was too rash and hasty, but many Jedi, including Nemo’s old apprentice Caer, followed the group into battle. When the war was ended at the Battle of Malachor V Nemo, Vandar, and many of the other Jedi sensed a disturbance in the Force, which had been caused by the activation of the Mass Shadow Generator.
Revan and his followers disappeared for a year, before they came back to the known galaxy as Sith, initiating the Jedi Civil War. With "Darths" Revan and Malak leading their assault forward, many Jedi headed for the war lines, but Nemo would have nothing to do with war and remained teaching on Dantooine. However, with the help of Padawan Bastila Shan's Battle meditation, the Jedi managed to capture Revan, and upon their returned to Dantooine Nemo, Vandar, and the other Jedi met with them. The council decided to reprogram Revan's broken mind, in hopes that he would lead the Jedi to the source of their enemy's massive fleet.
Nemo began to sense that he would not live to see the end of the war. After voicing his concerns to Vandar, he tried to accept the fact and continue teaching. After offering words of wisdom to Revan—who was unaware of his identify and was being retrained by the Jedi—and congratulating him on his redemption of the fallen Cathar apprentice Juhani, Nemo was contacted by Vrook Lamar, who sent him to investigate the burial mounds near the Jedi enclave. Upon arrival, he was greeted by a droid that spoke a language Nemo didn't understand. Moving on, he opened a door and was attacked by two more droids. He managed to destroy one, but he fell to the fire. As he succumbed to his wounds, he witnessed a vision of the future in which Revan killed Malak; believing this to be an omen of victory, he quietly died.
Nemo's body was recovered after Shan and Revan found it when investigating the burial mounds. His vision of Revan defeating Malak soon came to pass.
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- Wounded by Seth Hoover
The booming bass resonated throughout the small club on Coronet, vibrating the very molecules of every structure in the room. Dim red lighting tinted the walls, fading to green and then blue, a cycle consuming the patrons in emotions ranging from lust to envy to peace, reflecting rollercoaster of a tune played. With each pound of the beat, men and women of at least a dozen different species gyrated, pumping their fist, stomping their feet, and swinging to the tempo. Occasionally, a heavily inebriated habitué would spin around in place and topple over from the rush, much to the amusement of their fellow comrades. At the counter, the bartender served drinks, mixing flavors and throwing concoctions into the air to the rhythm of the music.
In the background, in a corner booth where the flashing lights barely hit, Labon Sweef leaned his back against the synthetic material of the seats and laid his hands on the table. Labon was just above average height for a man of his stature. His arms were strong, his shoulders broad. His square jaw protruded from his short neck, just above his large Adam’s apple. He was built like a wall, solid and immovable. His squinted, dark eyes scanned the dance floor, the bar, the other booths around him, and concluded he was “invisible”. No one knew, or cared whether he was there. It was the way he preferred. He enjoyed being alone.
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